The swine—poor wretch!—with nobody to speak for it,
And beg its life, resolved to have a squeak for it;
So—like the fabled swan—died singing out,
And, thus, there issued from the farmer’s yard
A note that notified without a card,
An invitation to the evening rout.
BREAKING UP, NO HOLIDAY.
And when the time came duly,—“At the close of
The day,” as Beattie has it, “when the ham—”